Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them know what on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

rock rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this application of rhymes these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? You'll be

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a that I can't find
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the rhyme player, the layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just you lied

You just got caught a for goin' out of
An' now you're football teams their water
You messed with the master, word to
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
they got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a posse of a force to me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so okay?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes make us groom
To make all the ladies
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You gotta tell them like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
brothers runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' the way the story goes
That's the way the story goes